Weekly Poll #11 - OC / Elsa (Frozen) {Story 21} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #11 - OC / Elsa {Story 21}

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The air in the Northuldra camp carried the sharp scent of pine smoke and damp earth. Elsa stood at the edge of the clearing, eyes on the aurora twisting green and violet across the sky. This was her third week in the Enchanted Forest—longer than any stay since the gates of Arendelle had opened again. Here, the weight of the crown didn’t press on her shoulders. She was simply Elsa.

A quiet step sounded beside her. Heikki Henri. He moved like the forest itself—solid, unhurried, part of the wild. Broad shoulders and powerful arms shaped by years of hunting and tracking. His hands were rough, calloused from rope and wood and stone. For weeks he had walked beside her, showing her hidden trails, teaching her to listen to the wind and the rivers, guiding her to places where the earth’s magic hummed strongest.

“Cold?” he asked, voice low, almost lost in the night sounds.

Elsa shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She was never cold. But she understood. There was a different kind of restlessness under her skin lately, something the snow and frost couldn’t touch.

“Come,” he said simply. He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand brushed her elbow, guiding her away from the firelight and deeper into the trees. They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the small clearing they had found together weeks ago. Moon-petal flowers glowed softly around a thick bed of moss, turning the space into a quiet pocket of light.

He stopped and turned to face her. The air between them felt thicker now, charged. He reached out, rough fingers gently pushing a strand of platinum hair behind her ear. The touch sent a spark straight through her—warm, real, nothing to do with her powers. She leaned into it without thinking.

Heikki stepped closer. His other hand settled at the back of her neck, thumb brushing her skin. He tilted her head and kissed her. It wasn’t soft or careful. His mouth was warm and sure, tongue sliding against hers with open hunger. Elsa answered it, hands coming up to grip his tunic as heat pooled low in her belly. They kissed until breathing became difficult, bodies pressed tight together.

When he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes were filled with raw want. The glowing moon-petal flowers cast shifting light across his face, sharpening the hard line of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. Heikki placed both hands on Elsa’s shoulders, his palms warm and rough against her skin. With gentle but unmistakable pressure, he guided her downward.

Elsa sank slowly to her knees in the thick, soft moss. It cushioned her weight like velvet, cool and slightly damp beneath her. She looked up at him, heart beating hard in her chest, anticipation tightening low in her belly. The soft floral light illuminated every detail: the way his chest rose and fell, the faint sheen of sweat already starting on his neck, and the obvious bulge straining against his leather trousers.

He unfastened the ties with steady fingers. The moment the laces came loose, his cock sprang free—thick and heavy, already rock-hard and flushed a deep, angry red. The head was broad and smooth, a glistening bead of precum shining at the slit. A thick vein ran along the underside, pulsing visibly. He was bigger than she had imagined, the sheer weight of him making her mouth water before she even touched him.

Heikki wrapped one large hand in her platinum hair, not pulling, just holding her steady. His grip was firm, grounding. With the other hand he gripped the base of his cock and guided the swollen head to her lips, brushing it softly across them, leaving a faint trail of precum on her lower lip.

Elsa parted her lips willingly, eyes never leaving his. The head of his cock was hot against her tongue, smooth and velvety. She tasted salt and clean skin, unmistakably male, with a faint earthy musk that made her thighs press together. She closed her lips around the head and sucked gently, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside. Heikki let out a low, rumbling groan, his hips twitching forward instinctively.

“That’s good,” he rasped, voice rough and low like distant thunder. “Just like that… take your time with it.”

Emboldened, Elsa began to work him properly. She bobbed her head in a slow, steady rhythm at first, taking a little more of his thick length each time. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside, tracing that heavy vein as she sank deeper. Her hands came up to rest on his powerful thighs, feeling the hard muscle tense and flex under her palms every time she took him further.

Wet, intimate sounds filled the quiet clearing: the soft suck of her lips, the slick slide of her mouth along his shaft, and the occasional quiet pop when she pulled back to breathe and swirl her tongue around the head. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper still, until the fat head nudged against the back of her mouth. A thick string of saliva already dripped from the corner of her lips, running down her chin.

Heikki’s breathing grew heavier, chest expanding with each inhale. His hand tightened slightly in her hair as his hips began to move—shallow, careful thrusts that matched her rhythm. “Fuck… your mouth feels incredible,” he muttered, the words raw and filthy. “So warm and wet. Keep sucking me just like that. Yeah… just like that.”

The praise sent a fresh rush of heat between her legs. Elsa moaned around his cock, the vibration traveling straight through his length and making it twitch hard against her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder on the upstroke, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive head every time she pulled back. His heavy balls drew up tight, brushing against her chin with each forward push, the skin there soft and warm.

The musky, masculine scent of him surrounded her now—clean sweat, warm skin, and that deeper earthy note that belonged only to the forest and the man who lived in it. It made her head spin and her pussy throb with need. She could feel herself growing wetter, slickness coating her inner thighs.

Heikki’s control started to fray. His thrusts grew a little deeper, a little more erratic. The hand in her hair flexed, gripping tighter but never forcing her. “I’m close,” he warned, voice strained and rough. “Gonna cum in your mouth… fuck, Elsa—”

She didn’t pull away. Instead she sucked harder, eyes locked on his face, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his features. With a deep, guttural groan that seemed to rumble up from his chest, Heikki came.

Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her tongue in heavy spurts. The taste was salty, slightly bitter, unmistakably him. Elsa swallowed quickly, throat working around the head of his cock as jet after jet filled her mouth. His shaft jerked and pulsed between her lips with every release, the veins standing out sharply. She kept sucking gently through it all, milking every last drop until the spasms finally slowed and stopped.

Only then did she ease back, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet sound. A thin, glistening string of saliva and cum stretched between her swollen lower lip and the shiny head of his cock before it finally broke and fell across her chin.

Heikki looked down at her, chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. His thumb brushed slowly across her lower lip, wiping away the stray drop of cum that clung there. He pushed it gently back into her mouth and she licked it from his thumb without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, voice still rough and gravelly from the intensity of his orgasm. The words were simple, low, and warm.

He helped her to her feet, strong hands steady on her arms as her legs trembled slightly. The moment she was upright, his mouth found hers again in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands moved to the laces of her dress, fingers fumbling for a moment before impatience took over completely.

With a sharp, impatient tug, the delicate fabric tore at both shoulders. The dress slipped down her body, cool night air rushing over her bare skin and tightening her nipples into hard, aching peaks. Goosebumps rose across her chest and arms as Heikki’s gaze dropped, drinking in the sight of her exposed body in the soft glow of the flowers.

He spun her around without a word, his hands firm on her waist. Elsa’s pulse hammered as he guided her toward the smooth fallen log covered in a thick layer of soft moss. The moss gave slightly under her weight when he bent her over it, her upper body resting comfortably on the padded surface while her ass lifted naturally behind her. The position left her completely vulnerable, exposed to the cool night air and to him.

Rough, calloused hands yanked her remaining undergarments down her thighs and tossed them aside. The delicate fabric tore slightly in his haste. Cool forest air kissed her overheated skin, brushing over her soaked pussy and the pale, rounded curves of her ass. She shivered, feeling how wet she already was—slickness coating her folds and the insides of her thighs.

Heikki’s hands were on her immediately. He gripped her ass cheeks hard, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh as he squeezed and spread them apart. The rough kneading made her moan softly, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core. He spread her wide, exposing every inch of her glistening pussy to his gaze.

“Look at this,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. “So fucking perfect. This ass… so soft and round.” His thumbs pressed into the flesh, watching it dimple and bounce back under his grip. One hand slid between her legs, thick fingers stroking slowly through her slick folds, parting them and spreading her wetness. “Already so wet for me. Dripping down your thighs.”

Elsa shivered hard and pushed back against his hand, seeking more friction. “Heikki… touch me more,” she breathed, voice husky with need. “I want your hands on me.”

He gave a low chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy tonight.” His fingers circled her entrance, teasing, then dipped inside just enough to make her gasp before pulling back to rub her swollen clit. The wet sounds of his fingers moving through her folds were embarrassingly loud in the quiet clearing.

Behind her, she heard the rustle of leather as he shoved his trousers lower on his hips. The thick, blunt head of his cock nudged against her entrance—hot, heavy, and insistent. It slid up and down her slick slit, coating itself in her wetness.

“Ready?” he asked, but it wasn’t really a question. His voice was rough, almost strained with how badly he wanted her.

Elsa looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “Yes. Fuck me. I need you inside me now.”

He gripped her hips tightly, fingers pressing into her soft skin, and pushed forward in one long, steady thrust. Elsa gasped sharply as he filled her—thick and hard, stretching her open in one smooth stroke. The sudden, overwhelming fullness sent a sharp jolt of pleasure racing up her spine. She felt every inch of him, hot and pulsing, buried deep inside her soaked pussy.

He didn’t give her any time to adjust. He pulled back almost to the tip and drove in again, setting a hard, steady rhythm right away. The wet slap of his hips meeting her ass filled the clearing—loud, rhythmic, and completely obscene. Each powerful thrust jolted her body forward against the mossy log, her tits swinging heavily beneath her.

His hands stayed glued to her ass, gripping tight, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as he fucked her. He spread her cheeks again, watching his thick cock disappear into her tight, wet heat over and over. Then one hand slid around to her front, reaching under her body to cup one of her swaying breasts. He squeezed the soft, heavy mound roughly, fingers rolling and pinching the stiff nipple between them.

Elsa moaned louder, the dual sensations overwhelming. Her tits bounced and swayed with every hard thrust, the heavy flesh jiggling and slapping together lightly. “Harder,” she gasped, pushing back to meet his strokes. “Fuck me harder, Heikki. I can take it.”

He grunted in response and gave her exactly what she asked for, slamming into her with deeper, more forceful thrusts. The head of his cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside her each time. “Feel that?” he growled low and rough near her ear, leaning over her back. “My cock so deep inside you. Nothing but us. No ice, no magic. Just this—my cock stretching your tight little pussy.”

The raw, filthy words hit her like a spark to dry tinder. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly, hot and urgent. His pace never slowed—deep, powerful strokes that made her whole body jolt. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her growing moans and his heavy, ragged breathing. The thick, primal scent of sex hung heavy in the air around them: her arousal, his musk, and the faint earthy smell of the forest floor.

Elsa’s orgasm built fast, a sharp, tightening spiral. Her fingers dug hard into the moss, nails scraping against the log beneath. Her thighs trembled. “Heikki—” she gasped, voice breaking. “I’m so close… don’t stop—”

“Cum,” he growled, slamming into her even harder, the force making her cry out. One hand kept mauling her breast, pinching her nipple sharply while the other gripped her hip for leverage. “Let me feel you cum on my cock. Squeeze me. I want to feel this pussy pulsing around me.”

The coil inside her snapped suddenly. Pleasure crashed through her in a sharp, shuddering wave. Elsa cried out, her body tensing then shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched tight around his thrusting cock, pulsing and fluttering wildly, milking him with rhythmic contractions. Juices coated his shaft as she came hard, a broken moan tearing from her throat.

Heikki groaned deep in his chest at the feeling, his hips stuttering for a moment. “Fuck—yes, just like that.” A few more rough, erratic thrusts and he followed right after her, burying himself as deep as he could go. Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, the heat of it shocking and delicious against her inner walls. She felt every jet, every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself inside her.

He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly against her ass while the last pulses faded. Both of them were breathing hard, chests heaving. The combined mess of their release began to leak around his cock, trickling down her thighs.

Finally, Heikki pulled out of her slowly, his cock still heavy and glistening with their mixed wetness. A thick, pearly trickle of his cum slipped from her swollen pussy and ran slowly down the inside of her thigh, warm and sticky. Elsa’s legs felt shaky, knees weak from the intensity, but the heat in her body hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it burned even hotter now, her skin flushed and sensitive, already craving more of him.

Before she could catch her breath, Heikki sat down on the wide fallen log, his trousers shoved down around his ankles. His cock stood straight up, thick and slick from their earlier fucking, still rock-hard. The flushed head glistened in the soft glow of the moon-petal flowers, veins standing out along the heavy shaft. A thin trail of their mixed fluids already coated him.

He looked at her with that quiet, intense stare that made her stomach tighten. Without a word, he reached for her hand and tugged her closer. “Your turn,” he said, voice low and rough, edged with fresh hunger. “Come here.”

Elsa straddled his lap, turning so her back rested against his broad, warm chest. The position felt intimate and exposed at the same time. She reached down between her legs, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock. It was still hot and slippery from his cum and her own wetness. She lined him up carefully, the broad head pressing against her swollen, leaking entrance.

She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. A long, shaky moan escaped her lips as he stretched her swollen walls again, filling her completely until her ass settled flush against his hips. The fullness was intense, almost overwhelming after the hard pounding she’d just taken, but it felt so good she couldn’t stop the sound.

“Fuck,” Heikki breathed hotly against her ear, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re so wet. So full of me already. I can feel my cum still inside you.”

Elsa shivered at his words and rolled her hips experimentally, feeling every thick inch shift and drag inside her. “You’re still so hard,” she whispered, voice breathy. “I can feel you throbbing. It’s so deep like this.”

He didn’t rush her. His rough palms slid up her sides, then around to cup her breasts from behind. He squeezed the soft, heavy mounds firmly, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples in slow circles. The touch sent sparks straight to her core. Elsa started to move properly, rolling her hips in a slow, grinding rhythm at first, savoring the way his cock stirred inside her slick heat. Then she lifted herself and dropped back down, building a steady, deliberate pace. Each time her ass met his thighs, the soft, pale globes rippled and jiggled with a fleshy smack.

The position gave him the perfect view. He watched her ass bounce and spread every time she sank down, the rounded cheeks jiggling hypnotically. Her tits swayed heavily in his hands, the full flesh moving with every motion, nipples tight and sensitive from the cool night air.

He kneaded her breasts roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft mounds, pulling and rolling her nipples until she gasped sharply. “That’s it,” he murmured hotly against the side of her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “Ride my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy working me. Use me.”

Elsa’s breathing grew faster, her chest rising and falling quickly. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands on his strong knees for better leverage, and started bouncing harder. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft filled the clearing—slick, rhythmic squelching mixed with the soft, repeated slap of her ass against his lap. Her tits bounced freely now, heavy and full, the movement hypnotic in the soft glow of the moon-petals.

“Heavier,” she moaned, voice breaking with pleasure. “Play with my tits harder. I love how rough your hands feel.”

Heikki obliged instantly. One hand stayed on her breast, mauling it possessively, squeezing so hard the soft flesh bulged between his fingers. His other hand slid down her stomach and between her spread thighs. Rough fingertips found her swollen clit and began rubbing tight, fast circles. The added stimulation made her thighs tremble violently.

“Heikki,” she gasped, voice strained and desperate. “Right there—don’t stop. Your fingers feel so good on my clit while you’re inside me.”

“I won’t,” he growled against her ear, his voice thick with lust. “I can feel you getting tighter around me. You’re gonna cum again for me, aren’t you? This greedy pussy is already squeezing my cock.”

She nodded frantically, hips slamming down harder, taking him as deep as she could with every bounce. The head of his cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot deep inside her with each drop. Her tits swayed and slapped together lightly, nipples tingling from the cool air and his rough pinching and pulling. The thick smell of sex hung heavy in the air now—musky sweat, her dripping arousal, and the sharp, unmistakable scent of his cum still leaking around where they were joined.

The pressure built fast and intense. Elsa’s movements became erratic, desperate, her rhythm breaking as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly. Heikki gripped her hip with one strong hand to steady her and kept rubbing her clit with the other, never slowing his fingers.

“Come on,” he urged, voice strained and rough. “Cum all over my cock. Let me feel it. I want this pussy pulsing around me again.”

Elsa cried out sharply as it hit her hard. Her body arched back against his chest, head falling onto his shoulder as the orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick shaft, squeezing him in rhythmic, milking pulses. Fresh juices coated his cock and balls as she shook through the intense pleasure, her moans loud and unrestrained.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” Heikki groaned deeply, his hips bucking up to meet her downward slams. He held her down tight on his cock, grinding up into her as he came. Thick ropes of hot cum pulsed deep inside her, spurt after spurt flooding her already full pussy. She felt every powerful jet, the heat spreading through her belly and mixing with what was already there. The sensation prolonged her orgasm, drawing out the waves until she was trembling and gasping in his arms.

He kept her impaled fully on his cock until both their orgasms finally faded, his chest heaving hard against her back. They stayed locked together like that for a long moment, breathing raggedly in the quiet clearing. His hands stroked slowly over her sides and stomach now, gentler but still possessive, thumbs occasionally brushing the undersides of her sensitive breasts.

Elsa leaned back fully against him, boneless and flushed, feeling his cock still twitching faintly inside her. A small, breathless laugh escaped her. “You’re not even softening… I can still feel you so full inside me. How are you still this hard?”

Heikki pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck, his voice low and promising. “Because I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

The hunger in his tone sent another shiver through her, and she knew the night was far from over.

He lifted her off his lap, his cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick trickle of cum immediately dripped from her swollen pussy, landing on the moss below with a soft patter. Elsa’s thighs were slick with it, warm and sticky. Before she could steady herself, Heikki stood in one smooth motion. He scooped her up easily in his strong arms, as if she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, ankles locking behind his back, while her arms circled his neck for support.

He carried her across the clearing toward the massive ancient tree at the edge, its trunk wide and rough with deep grooves of bark. The glowing moon-petals lit their path with a soft, ethereal light. Elsa’s heart raced, her body still buzzing from the last orgasm, but the heat inside her hadn’t cooled at all.

He pressed her back against the rough bark. The coarse texture scraped lightly against her shoulders and spine, a small, stinging friction that only sharpened her arousal, making her nipples tighten even more. He adjusted his grip, hooking her legs over his powerful forearms and spreading her wide open. The position left her completely exposed, her soaked pussy on full display. His cock, still hard and glistening with their combined fluids, nudged against her entrance again, the blunt head sliding through her slick folds.

In one smooth, powerful motion, he thrust up into her. Elsa moaned loudly as he sank deep—deeper than before in this angled position. The stretch was intense, every thick inch buried inside her soaked pussy until his hips pressed flush against her ass.

He started fucking her with long, powerful strokes right away. His hips drove up hard, lifting her slightly off the ground with each thrust. The force made her body jolt against the tree, her back scraping lightly against the bark. Her tits bounced heavily between them, the soft, full mounds jiggling with every impact, nipples brushing and dragging against his chest.

He leaned in, mouth latching onto the side of her neck. He sucked hard at the sensitive skin, then bit down gently, the sharp sting mixing with pleasure as he continued pounding into her. “God, you feel good,” he rasped between thrusts, voice low and filthy. “This pussy’s taking me so deep. So fucking greedy for my cock. You’re swallowing every inch like you were made for it.”

Elsa could only moan at first, her head falling back against the rough bark. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she held on. “Heikki… it’s so deep like this,” she gasped, voice breaking with every hard thrust. “I can feel you in my belly. Don’t hold back—fuck me harder.”

The wet slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the trees, loud and rhythmic. Each powerful plunge made her tits sway and jiggle heavily, the soft flesh rippling with the impact. He shifted one arm to free a hand and immediately grabbed one bouncing breast, squeezing and mauling it roughly. His fingers sank deep into the yielding mound, kneading and pinching the stiff nipple until she cried out.

The smell of their bodies filled the air—thick sweat, raw sex, the sharp pine of the forest, and the faint sweet floral scent of the moon-petals crushed beneath them. Her pussy made wet, squelching noises around his thrusting cock, cum from their earlier rounds leaking out with every deep plunge, running down her ass and dripping onto the forest floor.

Heikki’s pace was relentless. He fucked her like he wanted to imprint himself on her body—hard, steady, and impossibly deep. “You’re so wet,” he grunted, voice strained with effort. “I can feel my cum inside you, making everything so slippery. You like being full of me, don’t you? Like having my load dripping out while I fuck you again?”

“Yes,” she breathed, voice shaky and desperate. “I love it. I love feeling you leak out of me. Don’t stop—harder, please. Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

He gave her exactly what she begged for, slamming up into her with more force. The head of his cock battered against her deepest spots with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her thighs trembled violently around his waist, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter around his thick shaft.

Her second orgasm of the night built again, fast and intense, coiling low in her belly like a tightening spring. “Heikki—I’m getting close again,” she moaned, nails raking down his back. “It feels too good… I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me again,” he growled hotly against her ear, his breath ragged. “I want to feel you milking my cock. Squeeze me tight while I fill you up.”

It crashed over her without warning. Elsa’s body tensed, then shook violently as another powerful orgasm tore through her. She cried out sharply, the sound echoing into the night. Her walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his thick cock, clenching and releasing in rhythmic spasms. The intensity made her vision blur for a moment, pure pleasure flooding every nerve. Fresh juices gushed around him, coating his shaft and balls as she came hard in his arms.

Heikki groaned loudly, his hips stuttering. “Fuck—Elsa—” He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as he came hard. Another thick load pumped deep inside her, hot spurts flooding her already overflowing pussy. She felt every powerful jet, every twitch and jerk of his cock as he emptied himself, low grunts escaping with each pulse. The heat of his cum mixed with what was already there, the excess leaking out around his shaft and running down her ass in warm rivulets.

He stayed buried deep inside her, holding her up against the tree while they both caught their breath. Cum leaked steadily from where they were joined, running in sticky trails down her ass and dripping onto the mossy ground below. Her body felt boneless, trembling with aftershocks, every muscle loose and satisfied, but the heat simmering under her skin told her she still wanted more.

He wasn’t finished with her yet.

He kissed her slowly this time, deep and lingering, his tongue sliding against hers in a lazy, possessive rhythm. When he finally pulled back, he carefully lowered her legs, supporting her weight as her feet touched the ground. Her knees felt weak, but he kept one arm around her, guiding her toward the soft bed of glowing moon-petal flowers a few steps away.

The petals felt cool and silky against her heated, sweat-slicked skin as he laid her down gently on her side. The soft glow surrounded them like a private cocoon, the faint floral scent mixing with the heavy musk of sex that clung to both of them.

Heikki settled behind her on the soft bed of glowing moon-petal flowers, his broad chest pressing flush against her back. The heat of his body wrapped around her like a living blanket, solid and reassuring in the cool night air. One strong arm slid under her neck, cradling her head, while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer. He spooned her completely, every inch of his muscular frame molded to her softer curves. His cock, still hard and slick with their mixed fluids, nestled hotly between her thighs, the thick length sliding along her soaked folds as he rocked his hips gently, coating himself again in her wetness.

Elsa pushed back against him immediately, needy and impatient despite how thoroughly he had already fucked her. “Heikki…” she whispered, voice husky and trembling with fresh desire. “I still want you. Don’t make me wait.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against the back of her neck, his lips brushing her skin, voice low and warm with promise. “Just relax and feel me.”

He reached down between their bodies, guiding the blunt head of his cock to her entrance. With a slow, smooth push, he sank back inside her from behind. Both of them groaned deeply at the sensation. She was swollen and sensitive from everything they had already done—her pussy tender and slick with multiple loads of his cum—but the stretch still felt perfect. Hot, full, and intimately deep. He buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressing flush against the soft curves of her ass, and stayed there for a long moment, letting her feel every thick inch throbbing inside her.

Elsa let out a shaky breath, her walls fluttering around him. “You’re so deep like this,” she whispered. “I can feel you everywhere. It’s almost too much… but don’t stop.”

Then he started to move. Not the hard, frantic pounding from before. This was slow, deep, and deliberate—long, rolling thrusts that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside her. The spooning position kept him wrapped around her like a warm, solid anchor, his chest to her back, his thighs tucked behind hers. His hand slid down her front, fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed it in gentle, lazy circles that perfectly matched the rhythm of his hips.

Elsa’s breath hitched sharply. Her heavy tits rested against his forearm, the soft flesh shifting and pressing with every slow thrust. He cupped one breast with his other hand, squeezing the full mound gently at first, then firmer, his thumb stroking and circling the stiff nipple until it throbbed under his touch. The dual stimulation—his thick cock moving inside her cum-filled pussy, his fingers teasing her clit, and his rough hand mauling her breast—built the pleasure in steady, rolling waves.

The sounds around them were quieter here, more intimate than the loud slapping from earlier positions. There was the soft, wet slide of his cock pumping in and out of her messy pussy, the gentle slap of his hips meeting her ass, their mingled breathing growing heavier, and the faint rustle of moon-petals beneath them. The air smelled thick and heady—raw sex, sweat, earth, and the sweet floral scent of the crushed petals. It was grounding and intoxicating all at once.

“You feel so good,” he whispered hotly against her ear, voice rough but soft. “So warm and wet around me. I can feel how full you are with my cum. This pussy keeps taking everything I give it, doesn’t it?”

Elsa moaned softly and pushed back to meet his next thrust, her ass pressing firmly against his hips. “Yes… I love feeling so full of you,” she breathed. “It’s leaking out of me and I still want more. Fuck me deeper, Heikki. Make me feel every inch.”

He obliged, picking up the pace just enough. His thrusts stayed deep and rolling, but now there was more force behind them, each stroke nudging firmly against that sensitive spot inside her. His fingers on her clit moved faster, pressing firmer circles that made her hips twitch. The hand on her breast squeezed harder, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh, rolling and pinching her nipple until it ached deliciously.

Her body responded eagerly, pleasure coiling low in her belly again—tighter this time, slower but deeper than the sharp orgasms before. Her tits swayed and jiggled gently with each thrust, the heavy mounds moving against his arm. The subtle rippling of her ass against his hips was constant, soft flesh meeting hard muscle in a steady, intimate rhythm.

Heikki’s breathing grew ragged behind her, hot against her neck. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Squeeze me. I can feel you getting close again. Your pussy is gripping me so tight.”

Elsa’s hand reached back, gripping his muscular thigh for leverage. She rocked with him, meeting every deep thrust, her hips rolling to take him even deeper. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder as more of their combined fluids leaked out around his cock with each plunge, coating her thighs and the petals beneath them. “I’m close… it’s building so slowly this time,” she gasped, voice strained with pleasure. “Your cock feels so good dragging inside me. Keep rubbing my clit—just like that. Don’t stop touching my tits.”

Another orgasm built inside her, rolling through her like a slow, powerful tide rather than a sudden crash. When it finally hit, it was intense and prolonged. Elsa cried out softly, her body trembling in his arms as her pussy clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft. Waves of deep pleasure washed over her, making her thighs shake and her toes curl against the moss. She moaned his name repeatedly, the sound breathy and broken. He kept moving through it all, drawing the orgasm out with those steady thrusts, his fingers never stopping their firm circles on her clit.

“Fuck—yes,” he groaned deeply, feeling her pulse and flutter around him. “Cum for me. Just like that. Let me feel you milking every drop.”

She was still riding the long, shuddering aftershocks when he sped up slightly, chasing his own release. His cock swelled inside her, the thrusts becoming shorter and harder. With a deep, guttural moan pressed against her neck, Heikki came. Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded her again, adding to the messy warmth already inside her. She felt every powerful pulse, every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself completely, the heat spreading deep in her belly. He held her tight, hips pressed flush against her ass as the last jets faded, his chest heaving against her back.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard in the soft glow of the moon-petal flowers. But Heikki wasn’t done. Even after coming so many times, his cock remained hard enough to keep moving. He rocked into her slowly from behind, shallow, lazy thrusts that stirred the thick mess inside her. His hand stayed between her legs, fingers gently teasing her oversensitive clit with feather-light touches at first. The other hand continued to fondle her breast, squeezing the soft, heavy globe, his thumb circling the stiff nipple in slow, deliberate strokes.

Elsa whimpered, the intense overstimulation bordering on too much before it quickly melted into fresh, aching pleasure. Her body was exhausted, every nerve raw and sensitive, yet the heat refused to fade. “Heikki… I can’t,” she gasped, voice shaky and breathless. “It’s too much—I’m so sensitive right now.”

“You can,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to the back of her shoulder, his lips warm and lingering. “One more. Let me feel you cum again. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me one last time.”

He kept the slow, deep rhythm, his cock sliding easily through the slick, messy heat of multiple loads. The wet, squelching sounds were softer now, intimate and obscene in the quiet clearing. His fingers worked her clit with practiced care—starting with light, teasing pressure, then growing firmer as her hips began to respond. Her body, already so thoroughly primed, started climbing again despite how spent she felt. Her tits felt heavy and hypersensitive in his hand; every squeeze and roll of her nipple sent bright sparks shooting straight to her core.

“Slow… just like that,” Elsa whispered, pushing back against him weakly. “Your fingers on my clit feel so good, even when I’m this sore. Don’t stop touching me.”

The third orgasm built more gradually this time, a warm, spreading glow that slowly intensified into sharp, pulsing pleasure. It rolled through her in deep waves rather than a sudden crash. When it finally broke, Elsa moaned long and low, the sound drawn out and raw. Her body arched back against his chest, trembling as her pussy fluttered and squeezed rhythmically around his cock, milking him through the long, shuddering waves. Fresh slickness coated him as she came, her thighs shaking, toes curling into the soft petals beneath them.

“Fuck—yes,” Heikki groaned deeply, burying his face in her platinum hair as the sensation pushed him over the edge again. He came for the final time—shorter, weaker pulses of hot cum, but still thick and satisfying as they flooded her already overflowing pussy. He held her tight, hips pressed flush against her ass, grinding slowly through the last spurts until he had nothing left to give.

Finally spent, he stayed buried inside her as his cock began to soften slowly. His arms wrapped tighter around her body, one hand resting possessively on her breast, kneading the soft flesh gently, while the other cupped her mound, fingers resting warmly over her slick folds. Cum leaked steadily from where they were joined, warm and sticky trails running down her inner thighs and soaking into the glowing moon-petals beneath them. The scent of sex hung thick and heavy in the air, mixing with the sweet floral fragrance and the earthy smell of the forest floor.

The forest was quiet around them now, the distant aurora still dancing in pale greens and violets far above the treetops. The glowing petals cast a soft, ethereal light over their tangled bodies, illuminating the sheen of sweat on their skin and the flush across Elsa’s chest.

Elsa felt utterly drained, boneless, and strangely at peace for the first time in weeks. The restless itch that had lived under her skin, the constant pull of duty and power, had finally quieted. All that remained was this deep, sated warmth spreading through her limbs. “That was… a lot,” she whispered with a tired, breathless laugh. “I don’t think I can move. You’ve completely worn me out.”

Heikki pressed a slow, tender kiss to the nape of her neck, his breath warm against her damp skin. “Stay with me tonight,” he said quietly, his voice rough from exertion but gentle in a way that made her heart ache. “Right here. No castle, no crown. Just us and the forest.”

Elsa nodded, too tired and content to form more words at first. She pressed back against his broad chest, letting his body heat surround her completely. His cock eventually slipped free with a soft, wet sound, a final gush of their combined release following it, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pulled her even closer, draping one muscular leg over hers, his hand stroking lazily over the curve of her hip and the full swell of her ass. His fingers traced slow, soothing patterns across her skin, occasionally dipping lower to brush her sensitive, leaking folds almost absentmindedly, as if he couldn’t quite stop touching her.

In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, surrounded by ancient magic and the quiet, living hum of the earth, Elsa let herself drift. For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t thinking about Arendelle, or her responsibilities as queen, or the heavy weight of being the Fifth Spirit. She was simply Elsa—a woman who had been thoroughly, deeply fucked, held close and safe by a man who saw her clearly. Not the ice queen. Not the powerful spirit. Just her.

Heikki’s breathing gradually evened out behind her, warm and steady against the back of her neck. His hand continued its slow, soothing caress, moving from her breast to her side and back again, occasionally cupping the soft weight of her tit or brushing over her hip. The gentle touches kept a low, pleasant hum of sensation alive even as exhaustion pulled at her.

The night deepened around them. The moon-petals glowed softly, casting shifting patterns of light across their skin. The forest whispered its ancient songs in the rustle of leaves and the distant call of night creatures. Whatever “service” Heikki had first offered her weeks ago had long since transformed into something raw, real, and profoundly intimate. In that secluded clearing, snow and soil had met, tangled, and left them both forever changed—remade in the quiet, glowing afterglow of shared pleasure.

Elsa smiled faintly in the darkness, her eyes drifting shut. Tomorrow the forest would still be waiting, the duties of Arendelle would still exist, and Heikki would still be here. For now, this was more than enough.